"More importantly, are you fellas hungry? I suppose we could stop thinking about this and just eat."

Teruteru offered with a wave and a smile, his already rosey cheeks reddening even more from the sun basking in. In his hand, he held a pan. The other, a wooden spoon. Course, he was standing in the kitchen of all places whilst holding such tools, but moments like these showed he was a man with a kind heart.

Though....clearly despite his usual perversion. But perhaps he'd given it a break? One could only hope-though 'one' usually turned into 'a majority of his class' given how frequent it becomes. But some consider him a good friend, a caring even if sassy friend. Despite his short stature, he found many ways to show he cared, and to make himself useful to the class-no matter the circumstance.